Moose Turds and Midlife Crises - Salmon, David; Phishstones
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Ever stepped in moose shit and thought, "Yep, this pretty much sums up my life"? Welcome to Moose Turds and Midlife Crises - the no-filter, side-splitting memoir of a grizzled boomer staring down the back half of life with a crooked grin and a cup of burnt coffee. This isn't your average "I found enlightenment on a yoga mat" midlife tale. Nope. This is a dirt-under-the-fingernails, deer-in-the-rearview, curse-out-the-universe kind of story - equal parts survival guide and stand-up comedy show set deep in the backwoods of personal chaos. In these pages, you'll find: Wild tales of aging…mehr

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Ever stepped in moose shit and thought, "Yep, this pretty much sums up my life"? Welcome to Moose Turds and Midlife Crises - the no-filter, side-splitting memoir of a grizzled boomer staring down the back half of life with a crooked grin and a cup of burnt coffee. This isn't your average "I found enlightenment on a yoga mat" midlife tale. Nope. This is a dirt-under-the-fingernails, deer-in-the-rearview, curse-out-the-universe kind of story - equal parts survival guide and stand-up comedy show set deep in the backwoods of personal chaos. In these pages, you'll find: Wild tales of aging disgracefully in the North Country Outbursts of sarcastic gold and nostalgic WTF moments Actual moose (and their digestive aftermath) A brutally honest look at marriage, manhood, memory loss, and that weird mole you swear wasn't there last week
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About the Author PhishStones aka David Salmon David Salmon, known by the name PhishStones in dive bars, trailheads, and twisted love stories, is a 60-year-old rock 'n roll survivor with a heart full of rebellion and boots caked in Adirondack mud. Born with a Stones record spinning and a middle finger in the air, he's spent his life chasing freedom through forests, women, campfires, and chaos. Raised by old-school Parents who tossed him into the wild like a cub learning to bite back, he grew up in the greatest classroom known to man-the Adirondack Mountains. That park didn't just raise him. It baptized him in pine needles and bear tracks, carved him into a storyteller, and gave him enough dirt-under-the-fingernails wisdom to call bullshit on just about anything. PhishStones writes the way he lives: raw, funny, deeply nostalgic, and just offensive enough to get you kicked out of Sunday service. His words are for the boomers who never sold out, the broken-hearted hikers, the stoned philosophers, and anyone who knows you can find God on a mountaintop-or in a woman who smells like woodsmoke and bad decisions. He still believes in vinyl, karma, freedom, and second chances. And he's probably already writing the next book from the porch of a rusty Airstream with a blunt in one hand and a black coffee in the other.